I was a noisy tomboy when I was a child. I always share the fun of climbing trees, shooting and catching spies.

Once, some friends and I took bamboo poles to play figs, and accidentally bumped into a hole in the next window.

My mother was so angry that she didn't scold or hit me, so she locked me up directly. "Don't lose your temper!" "Click, lock the door.

It took me a long time to realize that I had lost my freedom, perhaps because I was young and my tears came.

But I was not willing to be locked up like this, so I quickly found an escape exit.

Locked in the study, I looked around. I haven't cleaned it for a long time. It smells cold and dusty. I climbed onto the table, pushed open the window and locked it. I looked through the door and the living room was very bright. But I didn't want to beg for mercy, so I sat down in anger.

After sitting for a long time, I lost consciousness in my legs. I struggled to stand up and looked around the room again.

There is nothing but a desk and a bookshelf.

I climbed up the bookshelf, which was full of books and neat. I can't help but be disappointed: I can't always settle down to study, so that my initial interest in reading disappears.

Suddenly, the corner of my eye passed the bottom of the bookshelf, which surprised me!

It's a book with 365 stories. It's yellow with age. But I still remember how fascinated I was when my grandmother always told me this story when I was a child.

Classmate's forehead

Give me a satisfactory answer, forget it.

I solemnly wiped the dust off it, sat in front of the big desk for the first time and began my reading journey.

It seems that after watching it for a long time, the current story is simply plain, but I still see that my eyes are a little sour and not closed.

Maybe it's been a long time. Mom, open the door for me. She said in surprise, "Cui, what are you doing?"

At this time, instead of being angry with my mother, I closed the book slowly, jumped down and said to my mother, "I was wrong."

Mom smiled and said, "I have grown up." After thinking for a while, he said, "I finally know how to read!" "

My initial interest in reading was sealed in my heart, and it may have been awakened at that time! I restrained my perverse personality and gradually became more "quiet"-in fact, it's not quiet at all, but I like it better and know how to read.

Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books.

schoolmate

Hmm! ! Give me a satisfactory answer.

2. The story of me and the library is 600 words.

The story of me and the library

Books are the ladder of human progress. It is an irreplaceable nutrient in people's life and an indispensable learning tool in modern life. I can't live without books, just as everything in the world can't live without the sun, birds can't live without the sky and fish can't live without water.

Books are the ladder of human progress. It is an irreplaceable nutrient in people's life and an indispensable learning tool in modern life. I can't live without books, just as everything in the world can't live without the sun, birds can't live without the sky and fish can't live without water. We have the opportunity to read in the reading room every week in reading class. Therefore, reading class is my favorite class.

Every Friday morning in the second class, the teacher arranged for us to queue up early and go to the reading room to read. We set off for the reading room with notebooks and books. On the way to the reading room, students are often heard laughing happily. This laughter contains the students' joyful voice and thirst for knowledge. We talked and laughed and went to the reading room before we knew it.

There are many good-looking books in the reading room, with rich and colorful contents and vivid and interesting pictures. The students sat quietly on the stool reading a book, and there was no sound, only the orderly rustling of the pen tip on the book. This beautiful and harmonious sound can only be heard in the reading room.

We turned the pages quietly, and at the same time a kind of joy surged in our chests. Whenever I write a good word or a good word, I feel extremely proud and feel a sense of accomplishment.

Until today, the reading room has been with us for five years, bringing us joys and sorrows, not only bringing us knowledge, but also making our life more colorful.

She is so important in my heart that I will never forget the reading room of our school!

3. Write a composition of more than 600 words on the topic of "School Story"

To tell stories on campus, three days and three nights are really endless. However, one thing is still fresh in my memory until now.

I remember it was a hot afternoon, and my classmates and I came to the runway for a race. "Ready, run!" With the students' command, I rushed to the finish line like an arrow. Soon, he distanced himself from his opponent, and the result seemed obvious.

After running, I happily went to buy water with my classmates, but just as I was about to pay, my heart thumped. After that, the wallet was gone. I am flustered, like a headless fly, wandering in the path, lawn, school, looking everywhere. I even looked for the right place, and I didn't even see the shadow of my wallet. Suddenly, I thought of a place-the runway. I hurried to the runway and looked all the way along the runway. At this time, a voice of milk and milk gas sounded in my ear: "Hello, sister, what are you looking for?" "Go, go, go, play by yourself, leave me alone!" I said impatiently. "Sister, are you looking for this?" I looked back, ah! A burst of joy in my heart, my wallet is being held by my little sister. I held it in one hand and repeatedly said, "Thank you, little sister, thank you." At this time, I found my little sister sweating and her two little faces were red. I smiled and said, "Look at you sweating. Let's go. I'll treat you to a popsicle!" " "My little sister smiled sweetly and said," No, our teacher said that we should learn from Uncle Lei Feng to do good deeds without asking for anything in return. "Say that finish, he rushed to play. Aunt, the cleaner next to her, said, "This little girl has been waiting here since she found her wallet. It's not easy to be hot and naive! " "Looking at the back of my little sister, my nose is sour, and waves of warm currents come to mind.

4. Write a 600-word composition with campus stories as the theme.

This is a composition describing the campus scenery, which is beautiful and poetic. By a student. Are you a pupil too?

Usually read more books and remember more beautiful sentences, which is helpful for composition!

School is our second home. There are teachers who have worked hard to educate us, classmates who get along with each other day and night, everything we grow up, and memories and nostalgia that belong to us. ...

"Peach blossoms are in the early spring, and no one looks bright." Whenever you read and write poems describing spring peach blossoms, you will think of the peach blossoms in our school, which will make you intoxicated for a long time. Pink peach blossoms are dotted with a little red. Every blooming peach blossom is like a smiling face of a child. Look carefully. Hey, she said, "Do you think I'm beautiful?" "Beautiful, you are the most beautiful." I always answer her with my heart. She smiled too. Did you hear that? "Don't be afraid that green hurts people's hands. Have your own cup of wine." Summer is coming. Among the dense flowers in our school, the most conspicuous one is the rose. When the wind blows, it brings fragrance. Red petals, yellow stamens and green stems and leaves simply make up a rose.

"Jiang Yun is a desert osmanthus is wet, and the rain is dripping." Autumn is my favorite season, probably because of the sweet-scented osmanthus in school! Sister osmanthus, your fragrance is so different, but it is so charming. Autumn wind blows, sweet-scented osmanthus bursts. You are petite, but you look United. A sweet-scented osmanthus is odorless, and clusters of flowers are intoxicating. How many autumn have you been with us?

"A few plums in a corner, cold ling alone." This poem, I want to give it to Dongmei who is resolutely open in the snow. Ah! Plum blossom Why are you the only one who resolutely opens in the corner when most plants wither? You look ordinary, but the spirit and integrity in your bones are extraordinary. You are so beautiful, there are red spots on the branches. Isn't your opening up a unique landscape in winter? Your beauty is not only limited to appearance, but also reflected in the spirit in your bones!

Campus! There are different seasons in a year. Which season do you like?

I hope it helps you! I wish you a happy study!

5. Campus story composition 600 words

Love is everywhere. When you fall, it is love that helps you up. When encountering setbacks, a warm word is love; When you hesitate, the arrow that guides you is love. This kind of love is called friendship.

I spent five years with her, and she left an unforgettable impression on me. Every part of her face is round, her chin is round, her nose is round, her eyes are round, and even her eyebrows are regularly bent down, like two arcs planned by a circle, which is really a small circle in a big circle. You ask who she is. She is my good friend-Cui Yu.

Because the school is far from home, I ate a small dining table in grade 1-3, and Cui Yujia was downstairs, so we became inseparable friends. One afternoon, the teacher asked us to write one line for each new word after class. We both wrote slowly, so I came up with an idea: let's compete with each other to write faster and better, and Cui quickly agreed. A minute passed, and we all finished writing. The final speed champion is me, and the beauty champion is her.

Cui Yu is an enthusiastic person. I remember I was ill on a Wednesday afternoon this semester, but my schoolbag was still in the classroom, so I couldn't do my homework. I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-I was in a hurry. This reminds me of Cui Yu. Just then, my phone rang. I picked up the phone, and a familiar voice came from inside: "Is it true? Your schoolbag is in my house. Tell your father to take it back in the second half of the year, okay? " "Thank you." I am so moved that I don't know what to say. After a while, dad came back. He brought my schoolbag. I opened it and a small piece of paper fell out. Ah, it's homework! How careful she is!

Cui Yu reminds me of a famous saying: Friendship is under an umbrella.

The two figures are two pairs of bright eyes on the table. Friendship is two little flowers in the ideal soil and two notes in the grand movement.

In the mud, a supporting hand,

A fork in the road, a guide arrow!

When frustrated, a warm word,

When you are confused, answer in the affirmative!

When thirsty, a glass of cold water,

When you are tired, there are shocking spring thunder!

6. Entrust the school story composition with 600 words.

? Sunshine, quietly diarrhea in the campus. The clear spring water in the fountain reflects dazzling light.

? Six years ago, I first walked into the school gate, and the fountain stood at the school gate to welcome every child who came to Xue Jun Primary School for the first time. The sparkling water makes me feel very kind. Six years later, it still stands there, quietly and silently.

? Witnessed the vicissitudes of campus. New teaching buildings have sprung up, where we study; The playground is covered with plastic coats, where we play; The newly-built gymnasium is as big as several classrooms, and we exercise there. But it's still the same as six years ago, just washed away by the rain, as if it were younger. ...

? Six bloom flowers have fallen, and students studying in the army have already changed batch after batch. I also grew from an ignorant child to a sixth-grade student. And the fountain, it is still like that, standing tall and straight, seems to be smiling forever, smiling.

? The main body is composed of three primary colors, and eighteen swallows are flying. The lively and lovely goldfish in the pool are silently telling the past. Pine and cypress in the distance. Cui: Turquoise. Refers to evergreen pine and cypress. Metaphor is a person with noble quality and firm moral integrity. ], there is no trace of time, it seems greener.

? The gurgling water sounded and the fountain began to spray water. The water column forms various shapes, like magic. A string of seven-color water droplets splashed on my face, causing ripples in my mind. It suddenly occurred to me that after the erosion of time, it is not just this fountain that remains unchanged. And the dedication and dedication of teachers in Xue Jun. They trained groups of students to make them look like

? Like a swallow, fly to the society and fly to tomorrow. However, behind Li Tao's brilliant achievements, teachers are tireless. Refers to hard work or study. ] Thank you for your hard work. Late at night, they write lesson plans under the desk lamp; During the day, they put up with hardships [note: Xin: spicy; Ru: Eat. Describe suffering or suffering. ], educate students. I remember once, the teacher gave me a lesson plan for a Chinese class to recite. I took it and was shocked: in just 40 minutes of a class, the teacher actually wrote more than three pages! My tears almost overflowed my eyes. I have been reciting carefully all day. Imagine that in a class, the teacher wrote so many lesson plans and spent so much time. It is hard to imagine how much effort and effort the teacher will spend on us in six years! What did she get?

? I remember the first time I walked into the campus in the first day of junior high school. It was the kind eyes of the teacher who welcomed me into this group. In the past six years, my teacher's kind eyes have given me recognition and encouragement ... Six years later, my teacher sent me out of the campus for the last time with such kind eyes. The campus has changed, but the teachers' love for life has not changed. I learned to study, live, work and be a man here. Teachers' eyes are always so warm, just like sunshine.

? A soft birdsong in the Woods brought me back to reality. Looking around, along the cobblestone path, azaleas spread their brilliant red petals, emitting intoxicating fragrance, and green and tender bamboo swaying in the breeze. There was a wonderful song in the teaching building, the collision of equipment on the playground and the whisper in the pavilion. Sunlight casts mottled shadows on trees and everything.

? Is so calm, so harmonious! Between the sunshine and the trees, in the beautiful new campus, I smiled quietly.

? I will always remember the old campus in Xue Jun, because there are five years of memories. I will also remember the new campus in Xue Jun, because it has the most beautiful scenery. But what I can't forget most is the teacher's eyes and the sound of reading. Goodbye, Xue Jun's new campus, I will leave with sweet memories. Because, when I grow up, a bright future beckons to me. I glanced at the teacher by the window again. She gave me six happy and fulfilling years. Her eyes are like the sunshine in spring.

7. The story of me and the newspaper, 600 words.

Their family of three lives in an extremely remote mountain village. Although they are poor, they still live happily. My son has grown up and is now a senior one in the local county. His grades have always been among the best in the school. He is a man of excellent moral character and is very popular with teachers and classmates. Now he is the only hope and spiritual sustenance of his parents.

There was no money at home, and the father was forced to go outside with the village team to "break into the world" in order to provide for his son's school. When the father left, he told his son that he must listen to his mother and study hard. He also said that he would buy him his favorite electronic organ when he came back. In this way, they reluctantly waved goodbye with tears.

After my father left, there was no news and bad news came. My father was accidentally killed by a slate while working on the construction site. When my mother learned the news, it was undoubtedly a blow and heartbreaking. On that day, my son was studying by himself last night. It was like a bolt from the blue when he learned the news after studying in the evening. His head buzzed as if he had lost consciousness, so he ran all the way home. He couldn't believe his ears. He kept saying all the way, no, no, dad promised to buy me an electronic piano. He finally got home. He pushed open the door and saw his mother crying. He suddenly realized that his father had left. At that time, he cried with his mother in his arms.

Since then, my son has been depressed and his academic performance has plummeted. Even often fighting, collecting protection money, has become a real punk in society. He stopped listening to his mother, who was very sad and cried for it.

One night, the poor mother had been waiting for him to come back. After two o'clock, her son finally came back. His mother slapped him severely and scolded him for coming back so late. He beat up his mother angrily. Poor mother is heartbroken and often goes to Lacrimosa all day. In the days after that, my son became more rampant and unscrupulous. He doesn't listen to his mother's instructions and has been making trouble outside crazily. Mother kept cleaning up the mess for him.

One night, he came back. When he opened the door, everything in front of him shook his heart deeply. His mother hanged herself, so he knelt down and cried and laughed. Tears of heartbreak resounded throughout the village. In the misty tears, he suddenly saw a note on the table, hoping that mom's death would call you back and start over. Remember, mom loves you forever. After reading the note, he picked up a kitchen knife from home, cut off his left thumb on the table, and vowed to turn over a new leaf, fulfill his mother's last wish and comfort her in heaven.

After taking care of his mother's affairs, he returned to school. His mother was his spiritual support along the way. Therefore, he overcame many difficulties along the way. Many things happen. He was admitted to a famous university and fulfilled his mother's last wish.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children ... but an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. For thousands of years, Meng's Ci has touched many people's hearts. Motherly love is the most selfless feeling in the world, asking for nothing in return; Motherly love is an unknown, even intangible emotion, which can only be understood by people with heart. Friends, please cherish this precious maternal love!

8. There are 600-word stories in my campus.

There are 12 classes in our school, and the students are very United, friendly and active. I have made many good friends here, including my outlook on late life, Wang Jiayi and Zhang Aocheng. Once we were playing games together, Jiang accidentally broke his nose. Everyone is anxious. Some people want to stop the bleeding, others are at a loss. I quickly went upstairs to get toilet paper to wipe Chi Zhirui, and then helped him wash the bleeding in the water room. Everyone severely criticized Jiang and then played games together.

Because the playground has just been paved with plastic, our school decided to hold a men's football match. The first game of grade four is against Class Three. The football players in our class lost 3-0 to Class 3 because they were out of form. But it is precisely because of this lesson that in the second and third games, we beat Class 2 with the scores of 1: 0 and 2: 0 respectively, and the most exciting part was the final. The cheerleaders in our class gathered all their strength to cheer for the players, while the football players were all alive and kicking, eager to knock their opponents down at once. At the whistle, the players on the field began to run, class three. The two sides launched a fierce struggle. Finally, our "God Foot" Li overcame many difficulties and scored a goal. The cheerleaders on the stage cheered. The next three classes are all in a hurry. Yu Chaocheng shoots with the ball. Fortunately, Jerry Wang, the goalkeeper of our class, reacted quickly and saved the ball at once. The cheerleaders shouted themselves hoarse, and the players in our class seemed to be more energetic and laughed until the end. Another whistle, the game is over. Our class beat Class 3 with a score of 1: 0. Everyone jumped up excitedly, applauded and cheered, and even the serious teacher Sun laughed.

This is my school. Life here is rich and colorful. I hope my life at school can be faster.